“It’s starting again,” Jasper said, pointing to the television. “James appears to be in better shape.”
Edward frowned, holding Bella’s hand as he watched the fight continue. James played defense, only taking a few punches. He mainly blocked Emmett’s blows. The fight continued along this vein until the second to the last round. Emmett was getting tired, but still put everything into the fight. When the bell indicated the end of the round, James flew at Emmett and rapidly hitting him in the head. Emmett fell onto the ground, clearly unconscious. The bell rang consistently as Charlie and Caius moved to pull James off Emmett.
“Bells, why did he do that?” Rose asked, her voice sounding hysterical. “Why did he attack my monkey man after the round was over?”
“I don’t know, Rose,” Bella said, moving to crouch in front of Rosalie.
“Oh, fuck! He’s seizing!” Charlie growled on the television.
“Bella!” Rose cried, gripping Bella’s arms. Her face was contorted in anguish, terror. “I need to get to Emmett!”
“We’ll get us there,” Bella whispered quietly, gesturing for someone to turn off the television. She handed Edward her phone. “On my phone, there’s a number for … a private charter company.”
“Bensen Aviation?” Edward asked, arching a brow as he scrolled through her contacts.
“Make arrangements for Rose, Alice and me to fly to Portland,” she pleaded, hugging her hysterical friend who was inconsolable.
“I want to go, too. You may need legal representation,” Jasper growled. “I can be the spokesperson for the gym.”
Edward nodded, stepping out of the family room, which had been filled with a cacophony of sounds – mainly of shock and anger. He made arrangements for Bella, Rose, Alice, and Jasper to fly up to Portland. The pilot, a close friend of Charlie’s, waived the cost of the private charter and promised wheels up in an hour.
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